20 hours ago
I’ve been sitting on this photo from @nickcotephoto for more than a month. We went to Abisko, Sweden, above the Arctic Circle, to ski, sauna, and hunt for northern lights with @fjallravenofficial. On our last night in the Arctic, the Aurora Borealis showed up to say goodbye. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve made a draft with this photo and so many others from previous trips, how many hours I spend trying to craft the perfect words to sum up the adventure of a lifetime in a social media-sized blurb before giving up and deleting the app so I don’t have to think about it anymore. We put so much pressure on ourselves to do more, be more, say more, be perfect.
On almost every international trip I’ve taken in the past year, I’ve mailed letters or postcards to my future self. Analog insta, perhaps. I give myself advice—do less, take time, slow down, enjoy. I try to capture the feelings of wonder and relaxation, so I can revisit those moments when I’m having a stressful day.
Today, I got two postcards in the mail that I mailed myself a few hours after this photo was taken. They felt cheesy when I scribbled them out in a hurry, trying to get them in the postbox at the hut before snowmobiling back down the mountain and starting the journey home. But I think they’re my favorites yet. Here’s one: “We saw the northern lights from here last night and it was absolutely amazing. What an incredible end to an already perfect day. The green came in waves and flickered and grew over the mountains and the hut. We couldn’t stop talking about how amazing it was. This solar system we live in is pretty rad. How true is it that someone’s trash is someone else’s treasure? People spend thousands of dollars to come watch our planet incinerate the sun’s junk. We will pay anything, in time and money, to sit and wait and watch for it. It’s worth it. The universe is beautiful.” And so, too, are the lives we live here. Let’s live more offline.